The Plays and Poems of William Shakespeare: Printed from the Text of J. Payne Collier, with the Life and Portrait of the Poet, 6. kötetTauchnitz, 1844 |
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429. oldal
... IMOGEN , Daughter to Cymbeline by a former Queen . HELEN , Woman to Imogen . Lords , Ladies , Roman Senators , Tribunes , Apparitions , a Soothsayer , a Dutch Gentleman , a Spanish Gentleman , Musicians , Officers , Cap- tains ...
... IMOGEN , Daughter to Cymbeline by a former Queen . HELEN , Woman to Imogen . Lords , Ladies , Roman Senators , Tribunes , Apparitions , a Soothsayer , a Dutch Gentleman , a Spanish Gentleman , Musicians , Officers , Cap- tains ...
432. oldal
... IMOGEN . [ Exeunt . Queen . No , be assur'd , you shall not find me , daughter , After the slander of most step - mothers , Evil - ey'd unto you : you are my prisoner , but Your jailer shall deliver you the keys That lock up your ...
... IMOGEN . [ Exeunt . Queen . No , be assur'd , you shall not find me , daughter , After the slander of most step - mothers , Evil - ey'd unto you : you are my prisoner , but Your jailer shall deliver you the keys That lock up your ...
433. oldal
... Imogen is dead . Post . How ! how ! another ? - You gentle gods , give me but this I have , And sear up my embracements from a next With bonds of death ! - Remain , remain thou here [ Exit . [ Putting on the Ring . While sense can keep ...
... Imogen is dead . Post . How ! how ! another ? - You gentle gods , give me but this I have , And sear up my embracements from a next With bonds of death ! - Remain , remain thou here [ Exit . [ Putting on the Ring . While sense can keep ...
437. oldal
... IMOGEN and PISANIO . [ Exeunt . Imo . I would thou grew'st unto the shores o ' the haven , And question'dst every sail : if he should write , And I not have it , ' t were a paper lost , As offer'd mercy is . What was the last That he ...
... IMOGEN and PISANIO . [ Exeunt . Imo . I would thou grew'st unto the shores o ' the haven , And question'dst every sail : if he should write , And I not have it , ' t were a paper lost , As offer'd mercy is . What was the last That he ...
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... IMOGEN . Imo . A father cruel , and a step - dame false ; A foolish suitor to a wedded lady , That hath her husband banish'd : - O , that husband ! My supreme crown of grief ! and those repeated Vexations of it ! Had I been thief ...
... IMOGEN . Imo . A father cruel , and a step - dame false ; A foolish suitor to a wedded lady , That hath her husband banish'd : - O , that husband ! My supreme crown of grief ! and those repeated Vexations of it ! Had I been thief ...
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54. oldal - O ! it offends me to the soul, to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings ; who, for the most part, are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb shows, and noise ; I would have such a fellow whipped for o'erdoing Termagant ; it out-herods Herod : pray you avoid it.
54. oldal - ... twere, the mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time, his form and pressure.
55. oldal - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
11. oldal - tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely. That it should come to this! But two months dead: nay, not so much, not two: So excellent a king; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly.
501. oldal - Fear no more the frown o' the great: Thou art past the tyrant's stroke. Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
161. oldal - Stain my man's cheeks !— No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both, That all the world shall — I will do such things — What they are yet I know not ; but they shall be The terrors of the earth.
100. oldal - Alas, poor Yorick! — I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy, he hath 'borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. — Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?
346. oldal - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water : the poop was beaten gold ; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them ; the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
129. oldal - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune, (often the surfeit of our own behaviour) we make guilty of our disasters , the sun, the moon, and the stars: as if we were villains by necessity; fools, by heavenly compulsion ; knaves, thieves, and treachers, by spherical predominance ; drunkards, liars, and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence, and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on.
54. oldal - Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue : but if you mouth it, as many of your players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines.